Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo Novels & Stories

I’m gasping, my back arching off the sheets as his chest, wide and solid, brushes against my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I can’t see his face, not fully, just the glint of those almond eyes that seem to track every hitch in my breath. As he moves, the ink on his chest catches the light. It’s a massive lion, its golden-outlined jaws snapping shut right over his heart, the beast seeming to ripple and roar with every flex of his muscle. "Mine," he growls, the sound a low, jagged vibration that I feel in my teeth.

Alex P. O. V He snarled at me. The canines extended almost touching the lower gum. After loosening his tie he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. His blazer was lying on the floor . There was a tribal tattoo on the left side of his chest over his heart of a lion face which has scar on his left eye. It disappeared under his shirt. For a person in his late thirties he was very fit. I think that's why his arrogant ass thinks he can force any woman. Because of his wealth he can't always get away from the problems that he created.

She could see the sweat pooling in his upper lip as he loosened one sleeve and let it fall to reveal a quarter of his chest where there was an angry black mass. Yan Sha balked. "Ning Zhuo, doing something like this will not get me to marry you." The inky lion on his chest was one caught with a rabbit in it's mouth as it shredded it to pieces. It was fresh and hastily done in a method that looked almost common. What gangster could turn down a prince with gold to do business. It was so disturbing that he had even thought that doing something so permanent would prove that his intention was true.

The wounds that lay there moments ago are now healed, thankfully. I trail my hand over the grey shaded tattoo of Valsurus smack in the middle of his chest. I don’t know who did this for Lorcan, but it’s magnificent and perfectly captures Lorcan’s wolf. My eyes trail down Lorcan’s stomach to the eight pack that lies there. It’s not hard to understand why Lorcan has the body he has. He worked hard for it and took care of himself. He’s so handsome, right now, more than I’ve ever appreciated before.

I may loose my mind if I remain here for long. When he got out of the shower, he steps out in just his underwear and my jaw drops open as I saw his well sculptured and perfectly toned body. He has a tattoo on his left chest of a wild wolf, light hair running from his chest region all the way down. His well-defined packs running vertically along his abdomen were perfectly sculptured, his muscles rigid and taunt, and I want to touch them, to know what they feel like.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.

Sinfully hot. I watched as the thick, corded muscle of his chest rippled with his movement. His smooth skin was mapped out with a scary tattoo in dark, intricate ink. I saw the head of a raven on his chest, its wings stretching toward his collarbone, and the runes that trailed down his ribs. He looked like the warrior he was, someone built for violence and chaos. I lay back on the bed, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches, watching him with a mixture of terror and a hunger that felt like a physical ache in my chest.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep. My favorite tattoo is the little skull on his chest, a serpent appears to be inside it, the detail is impeccable. The manner in which his chest lift's and falls controllably is fascinating, almost as much as how his chest glistens I want to trail my- “Where did you go?” He demands.